#blighted event

The Blighted Event is here! And Dwight is ready to answer any burning questions you got! Be careful though, he's on a bit of a hair trigger and wouldn't mind infecting you too! To help of course.

@ask-julie-legion

@asktheshatteredspirit

Hi! The Mun here! Just wanted to give everyone a quick heads up. My Ask Box will be open a week before October to the Blighted Event to allow myself to get a head start on it. The Blighted Event starts September 24th, and ends November 7th. So a week after October, just so I can try to get through all the asks because we all know I'm slow. I will attempt to finish all the asks I have right now so that my Ask Box is mostly empty by the time I start the Event. I will also be inviting three other Ask Blogs to join in on the Blighted Event I've got planned. So, prepare for craziness!

Edit;

Only my Dwight can infect other survivors. Because he has it in it's purest form. Killers with the Blight can infect other killers because to them it's very contagious.

Note that this IS a closed event. I'm accepting ask-blog applications till September 20th. So unless you guys would like to participate please message me the Mun.

What’s up, folk. Well I’ve been a member of the community for about 3 years or so, though not really active. A fellow member, and someone extremely dear to me had recently pointed out that my best expressions are thru my writings. So while I’m introducing myself to you, I am alternatives introducing myself to myself. Throughout my life it has been a strange existence. Not really wanting to to “be naked” (metaphorically), spiritually, emotionally, or mentally.

The reason for this is mostly because what I feel inside seems like rot, twisted decay, a morbid sense of being, sexual predation when consent is given, and animosity from lack of freedom or misunderstandings of how I perceive I should be interpreted. I am a Gemini, the only thing I understand is fluidity. The ability to move, grow, and proceed with what is given. To take pieces that are in shambles and put my energy into them until it is semi-whole. Yet I still respect and honor the brokenness of the object.

My nature as a freethinker makes me an adversary to modern society. I am not a conformist, the only mask I Don is the mask of sensitivity that eludes to the inner most power of self. Questions that make you squirm have to be asked. Defiance to find ones self is a must. You do not grow while you’re comfortable, you do not grow when you’re bathed in nothing but pure light, because pure light without the darkness is a myth. The universe comes from darkness, you were carried in darkness for 9/10 months, and only then were you given light.

For a loooong time I thought if I just suffocated the darkness inside, that ill, nihilistic, outer to inner thinking would just go away. That the voices of creativity that echo in my brain, that ones that make me somewhat socially inept would die out. I was wrong. Instead they just scratch and claw, naw and bite until my limbs are red with scars and my bones crumble from the crushing force of an unseen maw. Self-Cannibalism.

I’ve been many things, Agonistic, Christian, Spiritual, Buddhist, etc. but what all those things have always lacked is the understanding how to tame the primal darkness within oneself. So I festered. I withered. I lashed out. I destroyed relationships and people alike because of self-hate. A hate that came from being repressed ideologically, thematically and otherwise. Cold, alone, hated, contempt has grown in the dry soil for which I’ve tried to plant a seed that is incapable of growing in the terrain.

Currently I am reworking myself. Finding myself thru the occult, mysticism, and ritualistic foundations as a Son of Cain. Becoming the adversary to slavery and the Master of free thought. I feel my wings respawning, I feel the comfort of the night. I feel the green black flame rising from my gut like a hearth being fed. The mundane has always been my enemy, stipulations and laws, my antagonist. I am me, and to be the best me, the darkness has to have an outlet.

How can I be kind when I am hurt? How can I love, when I hate? How can I respect, when I feel dishonored? How can I advance, when I am chained? Freedom is in the mind, the spirit, the physical is just my vehicle to drive it where it needs to go. I am not cold by nature. I am warm, beautiful, a dark mysterious mist filled with an abundance of stars sown thruout. This is my world, life is what I make it. I am The I am. And I am merciless in my pursuit and thirst for knowledge and completion. Do not confuse my intricaticies for simplicities. Do not apply your logic of others to me....I am beyond the typical. I see from eyes that are dead, yet ablaze with life. The paradox.

Sincerely the formerly dead husk known as Antonio,